Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 22:02:09 +0100
From: Gerry Taylor <gerrytaylor78@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Changed Life - Chapter 9 - Gay - Authoritarian

This is the 9th chapter of Part One of a trilogy of novels of gay sex.

Keywords: authority, control, loyalty, slavery, punishment, re-training,
and submission

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The Changed Life by Gerry Taylor

Chapter 9 - First examination

     The morning was beautifully clear as I came down from my bedroom
suite. The sky light blue as usual and with the pink streaks of horizon
colours was beginning to disappear. Ahmed was already up and about and
instructing the household slaves with their various duties.

     He saw me and came forward anxiously, `Master, you have not slept
well?' he enquired.

     `Ahmed, I slept perfectly. Like a baby and between two very
comfortable cushions,' nodding to Food and Drink who were now grinning
hugely.  `Tell me where can I find the stables overseer. I said I would
meet him at seven.'

     `Master, I shall show you the way. He should have had a slave waiting
to take you to him.'

      There was disapproval in his voice at the lack of protocol to a
guest. The small fly swish in his hand flicked to show his annoyance. I
learned subsequently that it was a sign of his authority over the household
slaves.'

     `No, Ahmed, not at all. You have many duties to perform with the
Master's brothers in the Palace. Do these two know the way?' I said nodding
to Food and Drink.

     `Master is most kind. The Palace is full and there are a hundred
things still to be done this morning.' He rattled off something in Mehri
and Food and Drink drew close and danced attendance on me even more.

     `Master, they will show you the way to the stables,' he said.

     We went corridor after corridor without apparent road plan, but Food
and Drink seemed to know where they were going. Finally, Food opened a door
and we were in a courtyard with two other buildings facing us. We headed
for the second. Walking in through a large wooden door which huge locks on
it, I was confronted with an extraordinary sight. The outer wall were a
combination of ordinary stable boxes for horses and for men. There must
have been about 30 horses. But there were certainly some sixty or so men
either tethered to rings in the wall itself, or standing at the entrance to
the boxes waiting instruction. My six slaves were in the centre of the
building doing a series of exercises.

     Then pandemonium hit. Someone of the slave saw me and dropped to the
ground followed suit by the rest who had heard the word `Master'. My six
slaves either sort of froze in mid air as they exercised and then dropped
to the ground in obeisance. Gus Jennings, the stables overseer, had his
back to me, and on turning round, saw me and glanced at his watch.

     `Master, my watch must have stopped.'

     I clapped my hands twice as I had seen Tariq do and with both palms to
the ceiling of the building indicated to the slaves to get up and continue
what they were doing. Obviously, it was the right signal and the right
sign, because all jumped up and continued on their activities.

     `No, Gus, I awoke early and it is I who am early. Not you who are
late.  What are these doing now?' I said indicating my six slaves.

     `I have had them washed and lubed, and am putting them through some
exercises for 30 minutes to get them working up a sweat so that you can see
them at present best.'

     He said this looking a bit worried.

     `Present best?'

     `Master, these slaves were wild five to eight weeks ago. They have to
learn obedience, commands, trust of the Master, respect. They have to learn
a hundred things, which cannot be taught in that short time however
compliant the slave.  The two you just brought in, it has taken Ahmed all
of four years to get them to do simple things.'

     I thought to myself that the skills which Ahmed had been teaching them
did not require much brainwork, but rather close attention to what a guest
might need.

     I told him that I had read the files on the new slaves last night, but
had not had time to complete reading his dossier. I also told him that I
had purchased the Aloe Palace from Abdou al-Akhri and would have the new
slaves transported there.

     Gus' forehead furrowed for a moment.

     `Master, may I be so bold as to speak frankly?

     He was clearly worried as his body language showed.

     `Gus, spit it out. I have too much respect for you in the short time I
have known you, to be anything to receptive to what you have to say.'

     Moving out of hearing distance of the six exercising slaves, he said,
`Master, you have no experience of handling slaves. They are not
employees. They are not men. They are slaves. There to do your bidding,
there to please you and you alone, 24/7. What you want, when you want it,
how you want it. I was wondering how you were going to handle them after I
had trained them for another month, here or at your Villa or anywhere
else. But hearing that you intend to have only 6 slaves at the Aloe Palace,
leaves me frightened for your safety. If anything happens to you from one
of these slaves, it is not just there ass on the line as we used say in the
Army, it is my ass as well for not having trained them.'

     That was quite some speech for Gus Jennings. I noticed that he was
swishing his fly swish. Before answering his fear for my safety, I asked
what it symbolised here.

     `It is my absolute authority over the stables.'

     `Absolute?'

     `Absolute, Master.'

     `Ahmed has one.'

     `Ahmed has absolute authority over the household.'

     `Now Gus, let me tell you what I am going to do. I will follow your
instructions to the letter as to the slaves and what I should and should
not do with them or to them. Or using your own words, `your ass is safe
with me'.

     Gus Jennings smiled broadly.

     `You have not seen the Aloe Palace, Master?'

     `No, I just bought it last night. Unvisited. Unseen.'

     `Over the next thirty days, let me think what I can do as I help train
these slaves for you. The Aloe Palace would normally have a minimum of 10
household slaves doing things there under a head of household. I am not
sure actually how many stables slaves. Most likely more, But Ahmed would
know.  Master Abdou is not interested in slaves but only in finance and
rarely spends time there. It is a beautiful building by any standards.'

     `Gus, I shall rely on your advice. Thank you.'

     `Master, I am not normally thanked. And that also makes me even more
nervous that you do it. But now, Master, these slaves are exercised
enough. Let me show them to you. Have you any questions before we begin?

     `Yes, quite a few in fact. I'll simply ask them and if you can answer
do.  Are slave kept naked all the time?'

     `Yes, Master. The climate is not cold. They are not men, but like
animals.  It costs nothing to keep them naked and you can admire their
beauty at all times.'

     If he had intended to shock me. He did. I continued on.

     `I see that three are circumcised and three are not. Is that a
problem?'

     `No, Master, not at all. It is a matter of taste. If they are to be
household slaves, they should be showered daily. If they are stables
slaves, just to keep the rank smell down. Uncut cock in a warm climate can
sometimes smell if left unwashed. If they are field slaves, it does not
matter at all. If you want to circumcise the three, I can do one to show
you how, and you can do the other two. It takes about a minute if not less
to do it.'

     Again, if he had intended to shock. He did. He was speaking of the
slave as if they were pieces of furniture to be polished or dusted down at
will.

     `I see that five of them are anally virgin. There is a question mark
over the Italian. Is that a problem?'

     `No, Master. If you wish to take their anal virginity yourself, just
either tell the slave he is not to be fucked in the ass and if he is
trained he will obey and not let anyone fuck him. If he is wild, as these
are, it is better to keep them separated at night. While they may in their
previous lives been straight by their former definition of the word, in all
male company here, that barrier disappears and fucking another man is
merely a bodily function, just like pissing. It is frequently one of
dominance, of power over another, not of sex at all. However, the virginity
goes out the window with the dominance.'

     Gus Jennings had a way with words and of putting a matter in total
perspective. How could the US Army have been so blind as to let him go?

     He had not finished and said, `The Italian. Do you want to be
absolutely sure if he is still an anal virgin or not? It will not be too
much trouble to find out. But he would be a bit bruised by the end of
it. It would however be an excellent opportunity to put a few things
straight with the other five.'

     `Well, yes, ask him, if it is not too much trouble. But what is the
bit about bruising him?'

     Gus looked at me as if I had two heads. `We can ask him, as you say,
but there are other ways of doing it as well. Let's see when you have
inspected the others. Now, I have a few questions myself, Master, that need
to be asked.'

     `Fire away.'

     `All the slaves have the SIN number tattooed on the bottom of their
right foot. This is standard practice since 1985. But do you want you own
brand or brands put on the slave and if so, where?

     `No, no brands. The SIN which, I gather, is unique, is enough. I
understand that it is a legal requirement here.'

     `Fine, Master. No brands and, yes, the SIN number must be somewhere on
the body of the slave.'

     `I noticed that all the SIN numbers were in the four hundred thousand
range. Does that mean there are 400,000 slave somewhere around in Dahra?'

     Patiently, Gus replied.

     `No, Master. The numbers stared at 100,000 in 1902, I think. The
tattoo machine was just set at that number. The even numbers are from the
auction room at Al-Mera, the uneven numbers from the auction rooms at
Al-Qatim' -- he said naming the two deep sea ports.

     `Between the two ports, there are usually around 3,000 slave sold each
year. There are more when a war is on, as it easier for the lifters to
capture military personnel, who are then just listed in action and who also
make very good obedient slaves due to their training. Apparently, the
country got a lot out of the Vietnam War for the mines here. But all of
those slaves are now dead.  A slave has never lasted more than seven years
in the mines, but can last a full lifetime in a household, or perhaps less
in a stables or farm where the work is more demanding.'

     With his every sentence, Gus Jennings was adding to my education.  His
next question, shocked me and I could see that he noticed my shock.

     `Do you want your slaves decorated? Nipple rings, nose rings, ear
rings, Prince Alberts, you just say. You can have them fitted with arm
bands in any metal you want, though in this climate dry and all as it is, I
would not recommend too many metals other than gold or stainless steel. You
can have permanent cock rings or scrotum stretchers put on. It is all a
matter of the Master's personal taste. I presume that you do not yet want
them castrated and synthetic balls put in.'

     `No, Gus, nothing like that. Let me just keep them plain and simple.
Yesterday, I knew nothing of all this. Yesterday I did not own a palace.  I
am going to make it one step at a time. Any more questions?'

     `No, Master, let us proceed with the inspection. I am presuming,
Master, that you will want the slaves toned up, that excess fat, if not all
body fat down to 3% be lost, and that they are to be generally
strengthened. I notice that you have them all of a certain type. Wide
shoulders, narrow hips, good biceps. May I ask what specific type or
nationality did you have in mind when choosing? You may remember that I
asked you to choose quickly, and when that is done, the person who chooses
automatically chooses a personal type.'

     I laughed at his astute observation and again there was psychology at
work here. I replied, `I think I had the Aussie Footballer type at the back
of my mind.'

     `I thought so, Master. I shall develop them over the next 30 days, as
lanky and rangy, strong, and well winded. You will not recognise them next
time round.'

     `Can we inspect them in the order that I read the files last night?  I
will help me keep matters straight in my mind.'

     `Any way or order you wish, Master' and he signalled another slave who
was over to the side, whom I had not seen, to come forward. The slave who
looked about forty or so, was well built, firm body, not an ounce of fat on
him, and was hold a pad and pen in his hands. Another four slaves moved
forward with a very large heavy wooden table and put in down in the centre
of the building.  There were various straps looped up around the sides.

     `The Czech,' I said.

     Radek Pachlik was motioned forward. He came hesitatingly not knowing
what was expected of him. One of the slaves lifted his right foot and
called out in Arabic, `473114', the slave with the pad noted it down, and
the first slave stood back to allow me approach. The Czech was looking into
the middle distance somewhere. I asked him did he speak English?

     `I speak few English'.

     It was school stuff. Gus bristled beside me. I did not know what was
the cause of his annoyance. He went up to the slave and looking at him
right in the eyes, he said `Master,' and repeated `Master, I speak few
English.  Again.'

     The Czech was trembling.

     `Master, I speak few English. Again.'

     `You can understand what I say?' I asked.

     `Master, yes, I understand. You speak slowly.' The trembling
persisted.

     I put his arm up and looked at the biceps.

     Gus said, `It is easiest just say `Display' either in English or
Arabic.  They all have better learned the first 15 basic commands and what
to do.

     I said `Display'.

     Immediately, Radek put his feet two feet apart, his hands behind his
head, pushed out his chest and looked into the middle distance.

     I put my left hand on his chest. His heart was hammering as if he had
run a mile.

     I said, `Look directly at me.' He did not react as he did not
understand. I moved his jaw so that his eyes locked with mine.

     I continued to examine his body, touching any part I wanted. I asked
Gus if the mole on his middle back could be removed. That would be no
problem at all.  The vet was in every second day.

     Looking the slave right in the eyes, I let my right hand wander down
his belly, until his balls were resting on the palm of my hand. My eyes had
not left his for a second. His heart beat had sped up. I let the weight of
his balls rest on my hand and raised them up and down. They were firm and
tight in the ball sack. I felt his cock begin to rise and grasped it firmly
in my hand, it was firm and getting harder by the second, and its tip was
now oozing pre-cum.

     A bead of sweat was running down the side of his face. His eyes were
in neutral, displaying neither shame nor humiliation nor loathing. Perhaps,
a little fear. I was not looking down at his member which was now very hard
in my left hand. I moved my fingers up the shaft and could feel his pre-cum
on my fingers. I gently circled his cockhead with my fingers until they
were moist.  His heart was doing jackhammers against his chest. I brought
up two of my fingers wet with his pre-cum and put them into his mouth. He
sucked my two fingers. His bead of sweat had disappeared.

     `Come,' I said and walked over to the table. `Up', I motioned to
him. Gus was just observing everything. The Czech was kneeling on the table
his ankles over the edge. With the two fingers which had been in his mouth,
I touched his shoulder and his body bowed until his head touching the
wood. Again, with the two fingers, I lifted his arm and put it in the small
of his back. I did the same with the other arm. I touched the inside of his
thighs just over his knees tapping them out until they were all of three
feet apart. It would be uncomfortable of the Czech to stay too long in that
position. But while in it, his butt hole was totally exposed to the air and
available for examination.

     I turned to the five other slaves. They were all looking straight
ahead into the middle distance.

     I said `Look', and they all looked over at the Czech kneeling on the
table, whose penis was now almost at its full length of 18 centimetres and
oozing pre- cum.

     Turning to Gus, I said, `You mentioned did you that they are all well
lubed?'

     `Yes, Master.'

     `Well, then, I shall only need a cloth or a towel.'

     Gus barked something and a slave came running out with a small towel.

     I slipped one finger into the Czech's anus which was not tightly
clenched.  It is almost impossible to clench your arse hole tightly when
your knees are that widely spread. It is one of the reasons why we sit on
the toilet bowl with our legs wide open, to relax the tension on our hole.

     The Czech's hole was warm and perfectly lubed. My finger entered
without any resistance whatsoever. I felt the cavity walls to either side,
up and down, and then I found his prostate, down and a little to the
left. He jumped, and I said `Shuuuuh,' as if talking to a pony which had
been startled. I put my left hand on top of his two upturned hands in the
centre of his back, and I let him hold my hand in an inverted type of
handshake.

     I withdrew my one finger, and then gently eased in two. His hand held
mine more tightly. This time without delay, my insertion headed down and to
the left and when my fingers touched and continued to touch his prostate,
he groaned and moaned and groaned again, and with an almighty shudder, his
cock started to pump out semen. When his prostate was totally deflated and
soft, I stopped touching it, and pulled out my two fingers, and gave Radek
a slap on the butt, and said `Down'. He released my left hand from his
grip, and hopped down off the table.

     I still had my two fingers sort of held up before me. I put them under
my nose and smelled them. There was only the smell of KY. I put them over
and slipped them into Radek's mouth and he sucked and licked them clean.

     I went over to the table where there was a sizeable poor of semen
lying on top of the wood. Dipping my finger into it, I tasted it. It was
quite sweet.

     I indicated to Radek to step near, and said `Lick it up'. He looked as
if he had not understood, but he understood my gesture. He then bent down
and licked the table clean of his semen.

     I wiped my fingers in the towel. When Radek had finished eating his
own cum, I went over and dabbed his lips dry with the towel. I motioned him
back to the other five slaves, all of whom were now painfully erect.

     I said to the slave with the notepad, `Prostate: down and left.
Semen: sweet.'

     He took down the note.

     Gus, the stables overseer, was now standing beside me.

     `Master, I think I have just seen about everything now. How did you do
that? Hand on chest, two fingers to get him to lie down, hand in his
hands. Two fingers. Two bloody fingers. It can at times require the
assistance of two slaves, straps and a lot of shouting.'

     `Gus, you told me precisely how to do it. If the slave is an animal,
he is treated as one. I treated the Czech as if he were a frightened pony,
not harshly, but firmly with authority. The only thing I did not do was to
breath down his nostrils. But that is another trick for a really frightened
animal. Can we proceed with the inspection?

To be continued...